She sits before her looking glass
Distorted images are all she sees
She wonders if it's her own reflection
As it stared right back at her...
She doesn't remember so many lines
Nor the little frown so sad
Could it be from former smiles instead
That has left the marks she has?
What happened to the twinkle
In the eyes that were bright blue?
The golden rays throughout the hair
All have faded to a lighter hue...
Her hands, all scarred and roughened
As they've stood the test of time
The shoulders sag so slightly
The years were all but kind...
She tried to search her memory
Closing her eyes hard and long
When she opened them to the graven image,
The looking glass was gone.